Rose Kinson's body was completely wet, and in a moment Yan Jia's shirt was also soaked.

"His expression became more gentle, and he comforted her in a soft voice, 'Okay, okay.'"

After crying for a long time, Rose Kinson finally vented her anger and lowered her head to wipe her tears. Her voice choked, "Thank you, I feel much better now."

Yan Jia looked down in front of her, and her white shirts were all wet and transparent. Fortunately, she wore a white T shirt inside, which was also somewhat cold.

"He smiled helplessly and asked, 'Yuanyuan, do you like Gu Qiye?'"

Rose Kinson's hand slowed slightly and nodded after...